Window shopping

On the bus (coming back from Tate Modern’s Edvard Munch exhibition; lots of angst but no Scream) I spotted this man outside an Afro-Caribbean hair and beauty shop on Peckham’s Rye Lane. When I later zoomed into the photo I saw that some products are made by Fair & White or Soft ‘n’ White; there’s even a Whitening Cream, which I thought was illegal. I like the photograph, not sure about the products.

Babee!

Street photography is not without incident. In a mid-Welsh town I snapped this gentleman (let’s call him Danny). Later I saw him go into an alley where he bent down and undid the dog’s lead. Was this to facilitate toileting? Next thing, the dog is running out of the alley towards me. ‘Catch her,’ bellowed Danny, shaking a stick at me. I’d noticed that the dog had black things (worms?) around its bottom and I was not keen to get close. Besides there was no lead to grab hold of, only the dog’s collar. ‘What’s her name?’ I asked. ‘Babee. Catch her!’ So, I took off down the road, calling ‘Babee, Babee’ and each time I drew level, the corgi waddled off. When it ran into the road, I felt it was time to leave as Danny shouted at someone else: ‘Catch her!’ Next day the man on sticks, pipe clamped between teeth, the dog on lead set off once more…